Duckin' Cold!

Why is it mums and dads always think it fun to take us babies to feed the ducks? Especially on a freezing cold Icelandic winter's day? Honestly, you would think they would have more sense than that. But no, not my mum and dad. My mum enjoys being outdoors - so does my dad (but only in the warm sunshine). Dad told me that in any good relationship there is always give and take and so in order to placate mum we set off to the park armed with a few slices of bread and wrapped up as if we were going to the North Pole rather than the Reykjavik Botanical Gardens. 

Pretty soon we were surrounded by a slightly intimidating bunch of quacking geese and ducks. If you ask me, they looked colder than me and kept slipping on the icey path which surely made their bums as chaffed as mine sometimes get! Anyway, mum seemed to be having fun while me and dad just took it all in our stride. I think those ducks are interesting but I wasn't allowed to throw any bread at them so I couldn't really see the sport in this little outing. Boy, was I glad to get back in the warm car. I think I'll wait until I get bigger to go again although me and dad may have to take mum again! 

The Little Mermaid!

Since arriving back home from my Christmas break in Sweden and England I've been feeling a lot better after finally kicking that nasty lung virus into touch. So much so that I have been going to baby swim classes and having a lot of fun, although I think mum seems to enjoy it more than me as you can see from her face! 

I go on Wednesdays and Saturdays and basically get pulled around, dunked, splashed, raised aloft, sang to and dunked again. And then again for good measure. But at least it gets me out of the house and do something other than eat, sleep, chew things, and have my diaper/nappy changed. 

The man teaching us is funny and my mum seems to know all the little kids' songs he sings and makes us join in on. My dad came to watch the other day. He didn't get in with us. He said he was glad he didn't because he couldn't see himself singing those songs along with all the other mummies and daddies. 

My dad is way cooler than my mum! 

Snorri the teacher grabbed my ankles and held me aloft. That was fun. 

I thought he was going to let me dive but I guess he didn't think I would be able to handle that. I was waiting for him to let go but he just lowered me back down, dunked me under the water then moved on to the next kid.

Mum looked a bit worried but I was pretty cool about it. 

I've gone three times now and it has been good but I'm not really convinced about all the big people singing those silly baby songs - makes them look like they're part of some strange cult! 

Happy New Year!

Had a bit of a hangover yesterday so I thought I would wish y'all a very Happy New Year today! My hangover was due to this stubborn, heavy cold I've had for the past couple of weeks - seems it's taking ages to clear up. What's more, mum and dad keep poking this tube thing up my nose to suck out all the congestion and that ain't a lot of fun, I can promise you that. Anyway, I am now in England staying at my grandma and grandad's house in a sleepy little village in the Hampshire countryside. It's really peaceful here, bit too peaceful if you ask me - not a lot of action unless you drive somewhere. Actually, yesterday evening I went to see Martyn and Olwyn and Jake and Adam. My mum played Guitar Hero and was quite a good drummer but she sucked on the guitar. My dad was even worse. I know I could have done better than them if they had given me half a chance. Instead, I just had to sit there with my fingers in  my ears while my mum butchered "Sweet Home Alabama" and dad flailed away with about as much coordination as a one legged man in a butt kicking competition.